The exhausted couple stopped at a service station to fill the tires to their proper level.
After explaining the situation and giving her address, she turned down the road toward the nearest public area – a service station 2 miles away.
While Dean was anxious to retrieve his Jeep without having to make a round trip from town and pay a service station bill to boot, the wisdom of challenging the mother of all storms was looking less prudent by the second.
After explaining the situation and giving her address, she turned down the road toward the nearest public area – a service station 2 miles away.
This seems better than a Stuttgart service station surrounded by lonely truckers; I say no more.
